The day dragged as the chores kept piling.
My cup of dark roast with a hit of hazelnut is my only solace in the mayhem of life. The robust flavor filled my waning soul as I gazed out at the quiet of the afternoon. I closed my eyes allowing the wafts of hazelnut to surround the rest of my senses. I could stay in this moment forever.
Beep! Beep! Came from a stopping bus.
A door slammed in room behind me.
“Mom! What’s for dinner?”
And just like that my coffee break was over.
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